Cheng Hou left. As the dignified First Sage, he had never felt so stifled. But this matter involved Heavenly Fate, and there was nothing he could do about it. Who could he blame when he had been the one fighting near the Heavenly Pillar earlier? The most miserable one was the Green Demon Eye—it had suffered a disaster for no reason at all!
"Something's wrong?" Cheng Hou's pupils suddenly shrank as he flew.
"Draw the Eye of Heavenly Fate? Could it be that Zhong Shan did it deliberately?" Cheng Hou muttered as he pondered.
"Impossible. Zhong Shan's schemes couldn't possibly have gone that deep. He even accounted for Heavenly Fate? If that were true, Zhong Shan would be far too terrifying. It can't be!" Cheng Hou shook his head, rejecting this horrifying conjecture.
...Cheng Hou left, and the Black Tortoise Sacred Land once again settled into peace.
However, those outside Great Zheng now looked at Zhong Shan differently, especially the elders of the Black Tortoise Clan. At this moment, they gazed at Zhong Shan with bewilderment. Just how many methods did this Zhong Shan have? He had actually forced Cheng Hou away? Could it be that our Black Tortoise Clan would never escape his clutches?
Jing Yuntian captured several Heavenly Demons, but some still managed to escape.
When Jing Yuntian flew back, his expression as he looked at Zhong Shan was extremely complicated. He had already imagined Zhong Shan's strength to be very high, yet it seemed he had still underestimated him. At the same time, his impression of Xiao Wang had also grown complicated. As for the Myriad Images Mirror Pagoda, Jing Yuntian had indeed entertained other thoughts after being persuaded by his son, but those thoughts had now been utterly cast aside.
A thousand years? Then he would